Fast time travel: The delicate beauty becomes the prisoner of the villain

His protruding Adam's apple rolled up and down, and the biscuits and flowers in his hands scattered all over the floor.

Fu Jian supported Jiang Zijin's slender waist with his palms, and the fragrance of her hair filled his breath.

When she was thrown into someone's arms, she had a shameful reaction, and her dark pupils were filled with surging desire and desire.

"Are you ok?"

He spoke to Jiang Zijin as gentlemanly as possible, with a hoarse voice and uneven panting.

Jiang Zijin was visibly terrified, with a pair of wet almond eyes open, as delicate as a cat, with the tails of the eyes turned up, with a natural tinge of squishy red.

"I......"

Fu Jian said, "You don't like roses?"

When the magnetic and cool voice came out of his mouth, Jiang Zijin's eyelashes trembled.

It's not that I don't like it.

Since she was tied up to the 'Rose Room' yesterday, Jiang Zijin felt a little stressed when she saw the rose.

She is still in the arms of the man.

Fu Jian was also tall, his chin was just about one centimeter away from the top of her head.

"Feel sorry......"

Jiang Zijin whispered, "Thank you for the gift."

The man looked at her trembling long eyelashes, and the white jade-like earlobe was covered with a thin powder, which felt good to the touch.

The knuckles of his arms around Jiang Zijin moved slightly.

"pity."

Fu Jian let go of his hand and glanced at the biscuits on the ground, "If you drop it, you won't be able to eat it."

Jiang Zijin bit her lower lip, her beautiful eyebrows drooping slightly.

A little guilty.

The incident was that she was overreacting and the new neighbor just wanted to bring her some presents.

Not malicious.

Jiang Zijin lowered her head, pursed her lips, and apologized to him softly.

"Feel sorry."

Standing in front of her, Fu Jian would have a gentle feeling when he focused on looking at people, but his facial features were sharp and cold, and his demeanor was alienated and cold, which contrasted completely with his eyes.

"no need to say sorry."

"I don't blame you, it's because I didn't hold it steady."

Jiang Zijin's feet were a little cold on the wooden floor, and her round and powdery toes were very conspicuous.

The two exchanged names, and Fu Jian said, "Why don't you invite me in?"

Jiang Zijin froze for a moment, "Ah, good, good..."

There was nothing in the room, it was a typical single apartment, with the half-closed door, Fu Jian could see a desktop computer with a bright screen inside, and a...

red dress.

It looked like it had been torn apart and thrown on the ground.

Even the bed where he slept was in a mess.

——She must have just woken up.

Jiang Zijin asked him to sit in the living room, and then went to the kitchen to make tea for him.

"and many more."

Fu Jian called to stop her.

Jiang Zijin looked up suspiciously, and saw Fu Jian glanced at her legs, and said:

"Although it is summer now, it is easy to catch cold when walking barefoot."

His words are sweet and gentle.

Jiang Zijin looked down at her bare feet.

"okay."

"I'm going to change it now."

She felt even more guilty.

Just now she touched the biscuit prepared by Fu Jian...

Fu Jian didn't seem to care at all.

Jiang Zijin ran to put on slippers.

Fu Jian sat in the living room and waited for her. The room was not too big, but it was full of traces of life.

He wore a bright silver watch on his wrist, hanging on the table, most of which was covered by his clothes.

"click"

It was the sound of glass breaking.

Fu Jian immediately stood up and walked to the kitchen.

As soon as Jiang Zijin opened the door of the cupboard, two or three crumbling dishes fell from above her head, hit her feet, and shattered——

"Are you all right?"

Fu Jian looked down, and there was a small gash on Jiang Zijin's ankle, and blood slowly dripped down the ankle bone, it wasn't particularly serious.

"Mr. Fu..."

Fortunately, Jiang Zijin went to put on a pair of slippers first after hearing what he said, otherwise, the broken porcelain pieces would explode, and her feet would be hurt even more.

"I am fine."

Jiang Zijin was a little embarrassed, but she didn't expect that she could break the saucer just by making tea.

"You don't move."

Fu Jian was wearing a pair of shiny leather shoes and approached her.

"I'll take you there."

The pain from the scratches from broken porcelain pieces was insensitive at first, and then the pain began to spread in a dense manner.

Jiang Zijin was not a person who could endure pain, even a small scratch on her snow-white skin was extremely obvious.

Before she could speak, Fu Jian hugged her by the waist.

Fu Jian's light men's perfume smelled very well in his nostrils.

"It's really unnecessary..."

Fu Jian said, "Is there a medical kit at home?"

Jiang Zijin pointed it out to him from memory.

Fu Jian looked very thin when he was dressed, and he didn't realize how good his figure was until he met him.

When he hugged her by the waist, he didn't even change his breathing, the muscles on his chest swelled, and his body temperature was very high.

Fu Jian put her on the sofa, then took the medicine box over.

"Why do you open an antique shop?"

In Jiang Zijin's impression, most of the people who open antique shops are middle-aged.

Fu Jian was unscrewing the cap of the iodine bottle to disinfect her, when he heard this, he raised his eyelashes.

"I have collected some antiques."

He got some dark brown liquid on a cotton swab, and then stuck it on her feet bit by bit.

The cold and tingling sensation multiplied the pain that had disappeared. Jiang Zijin took a breath, her ankle trembled, and there were some physiological tears on her curly eyelashes.

Some poor fall.

The corners of the eyes are as bright as oil paintings.

Fu Jian's hand paused, "Did it hurt you?"

His slightly lowered eyelids concealed all his thoughts.

Those deep, unspeakable things.

Jiang Zijin had a strong sense of pain, and was afraid that Fu Jian would think she was too delicate, so she carefully grabbed the bed sheet, then shook her head.

"It doesn't hurt..."

There is also an imperceptible tremor at the end.

Good and soft.

Fu Jian's heart suddenly tightened for a moment, and his dark eyes were as deep as a cold pool.

The calm and self-restraint maintained on the surface is almost broken.

Jiang Zijin's ankles are very beautiful, they are all tender and white, but his hands are much rougher than hers, when they rub Jiang Zijin's insteps, she usually sensitively rounds her wet almond eyes.

"I shouldn't have told you."

The man approached her, his dark eyes narrowed, his shoulders were broad, and the lines extending from his shoulders to his neck were smooth and thin.

"You look a lot like the anchor I saw online."

"I really like her."